minister wants to kill the king

In the previous life when Xue Lang entered the palace, Feng Su had someone arrange a place for him and then ignored him, except for bringing it with him during class and making a show when there were others, and other times he didn't even pay any attention to Xue Lang.

Xue Lang didn't understand at that time, he just thought that he was annoying.I was a country bumpkin and didn't know what to do as a companion. When I came to the school, the teacher asked me all kinds of questions. I hadn't read many books, and I didn't know how to study ink.

From then on, Xue Lang immersed himself in studying hard, and once Feng Su asked a casual question, he replied: "In order not to embarrass His Highness."

Feng Su smiled when he heard the words, his face that was as gorgeous as peaches and plums immediately became more colorful, and Xue Lang's heart trembled when he laughed.Feng Su said: "You don't have to work so hard."

Xue Lang only thought that Feng Su was comforting him, and worked harder since then. It was not until a long time later that he understood the meaning of Feng Su's words——

Feng Su didn't care what Xue Lang did at all, what use could a bullied bastard with foreign blood be?The moment Xue Lang entered the palace, the Xue family regarded Xue Lang as an abandoned son. He had no family background and no talent. Feng Su called Xue Lang to be a companion by name. How naive.

Feng Su wished that Xue Lang would lose more people to him.

I'm afraid Feng Su didn't expect that this country bumpkin would help him ascend to the throne of God in the future, and help him expand the territory and stabilize the country.

When Chang Bao returned to the bedroom, Feng Su was leaning on the beauty's couch to read a book, and the maid was fanning beside her.

Feng Su put down the book and asked, "What's the news from Shaojin?"

Chang Bao replied: "Young Master Xue seems to have been grounded."

As expected, Feng Su rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I guess he will be imprisoned for a month at least this time."

Seeing the confusion on the maid's face, Feng Su raised his eyes and said with deep meaning: "Maybe it's because? He went to visit Linxiang Garden again?"

Linxiangyuan is well-known in the capital, and even the palace people who have lived in the deep palace for a long time are shocked. The maid's face twitched when she heard the words, but Feng Su stopped talking about it, and stretched out her white and slender index finger to knock on the glass bowl. Order ice and add some milk to it, it’s delicious.”

The maid had no choice but to hold the bowl to add ice. When it comes to eating, His Highness the Third Highness is a connoisseur of doing his part.

Only Feng Su and Chang Bao were left in the hall, Feng Su let out a sigh of relief.

"Chang Bao."

"Tell me, those officials and officials really don't treat the concubine as a human being?" Feng Su murmured.

Chang Bao replied: "It's just an example, how could His Highness think so."

"It's just a bastard." Feng Su sighed in a low voice, thinking of Xue Shaojin's disgusted expression that day, he couldn't help but close his eyes, he frowned, and lowered his eyebrows, making the moles on the corners of his eyes even more dazzling.

The two of them didn't know that there was a third person in this temple, no, a third ghost.

Xue Lang floated around Feng Su a few times, racking his brains but couldn't figure out how to kill Feng Su with his current ability.He rested his left hand on Feng Su's neck, held his palm a few times, but passed Feng Su through his body without exception.

Xue Lang knew that Feng Su's words were related to himself.

Feng Su was the son of a favorite concubine, and both mother and son enjoyed the emperor's favor, which aroused the envy and jealousy of other people in the palace.

However, although the emperor dotes on Feng Su, he is excellent in basic necessities of life, even in schoolwork, but he is not raised as a prince.

Whether it is the prince from the first line or the second prince from the imperial concubine, the emperor is extremely strict, except for Feng Su.It's really not a good thing to be born in an emperor's family but to be spoiled like a rich young master.

Ever since Feng Su was born, the emperor had laid down a future for him. He lived in the Hall of An Le, where he would be the most favored prince.

"But I'm not reconciled." Feng Su said again in a low voice, the voice was so low that even Chang Bao couldn't hear it, but Xue Lang heard it clearly.

"I'm not reconciled either." Xue Lang said in a low voice.

He glanced at Feng Su who was curled up into a ball, heaved a long sigh, and flew out of the palace gate, but stopped abruptly the moment he passed by the door, turned around and plundered towards Feng Su, his left hand sweeping towards Feng Su with a murderous look. Take Feng Su to catch him.

In an instant Feng Su's body glowed with golden light, Xue Lang withdrew his hand like lightning.

The fingertips of his left hand were burned to the point of smoking. Xue Lang clenched his fist as if he couldn't feel the pain. He closed his eyes in pain, and hissed in a low voice, his voice was crying, "I can't even kill you! I can't even kill you"

"Ah!!!" Xue Lang let out a long roar, and rushed out of the palace door like lightning. He flew over many buildings on a rampage, and rushed to the outside of the palace——

The surrounding air seemed to have a substance, and Xue Lang was bounced back.

Xue Lang was stunned.

Tremblingly, he stretched out his remaining left hand, with black marks of burns on the fingertips, and stroked an invisible wall.

The palace was like a prison, completely trapping him. He could see the traffic and people coming and going outside the palace, but he couldn't take a step forward.

He just didn't know whether the person who trapped him was the young Xue Lang or Feng Su.

Like a chain, entangled him and bound him, unable to leave, even unable to see and see.

Xue Lang bent his knees and knelt down. He stroked the invisible wall with his left hand, pressed his forehead against the wall, and sobbed softly.

He screamed, hooked his left hand into a sharp claw, and dug towards his heart in pain——

The palace was burning warmly, the maid came with ice, Feng Su had already curled up on the beauty's couch and fell asleep, Chang Bao raised a sign on his lips to signal the maid to silence, and wrapped Feng Su gently on the bed wrapped in a quilt , squeezed the corner of the quilt and retreated lightly.

Feng Su slept until dawn the next day.

When I woke up, my head was a little dizzy, probably because I ate too much smoothie yesterday and caught the wind and cold, Feng Su sat up with his head covered, the maid came in and announced: Xue Lang was already waiting outside the palace.

Only then did Feng Su slowly start dressing and washing. When Feng Su finished packing and came out, the young Xue Lang had already been waiting for half an hour.

The young Xue Lang was sitting outside, with his hands bound on his lap, when he saw Feng Su coming out, he quickly stood up and saluted.

He wore a new ink-colored robe today, and his figure became more and more straight. The top of the clothes was hemmed with silver thread, but the sleeves were a little shorter.This was originally a new dress for Xue Shaojin, but Xue Shaojin thought it was too big and never wore it.The young Xue Lang only had a few coarse cloth shirts when he entered the palace temporarily, so Mrs. Xue dug out these clothes and gave Xue Lang a temporary appearance.

For this reason, Xue Shangshu scolded Mrs. Xue, the official family, the mistress treated harshly, and the concubine didn't even have any clothes to wear.

The young Xue Lang was nearly eighteen years old, and he was tall because of his Xianbei blood. He could only be as tall as Feng Su when he bowed his waist and bowed his head.

This was the first time that Feng Su looked at Xue Lang seriously. After putting on new clothes and tidying up, he showed a completely different temperament.The facial features of the young Xue Lang are not as soft as those of the Han people. His face is well-defined, his eyebrows are deep and his eyes are wide, and his nose is straight and three-dimensional, which seems rather calm and majestic.

The Chongwen Museum is only open for one day a month, and today I have to go to school again.

A soft sedan has been prepared outside the hall. It is tall and spacious enough to seat five people. It is covered with thick blankets, equipped with a charcoal stove and low tables, and the thick curtain of the sedan completely blocks the wind and sand from the outside.

Feng Su got into the sedan chair and hugged Mrs. Tang to read a book. There were only two people in the sedan chair. Feng Su didn't bother to play tricks to care for the newcomer, pretending to be fascinated by reading books seriously, and ignored the young Xue Lang.

The young Xue Lang didn't sit or stand. He sat with his back straight. He clenched his hands into fists and put them on his knees. He kept clenching and loosening them.

Feng Su: ""

After a stick of incense.

Feng Su took a deep breath and put down the book, holding back his anger, and asked in a slow tone, "What is Mr. Xue Lang looking at?"

Ever since he got on the sedan chair, the young Xue Lang's eyes have been falling on him seemingly. Feng Su didn't care at first, but he couldn't bear the other party to look at him for a while.

The young Xue Lang looked away in a panic, staring at the opposite wall without looking sideways, "Little man c villain"

"Mr. Xue Lang can call himself a grassroots."

"Oh c, grass people..." The young Xue Lang's eyes wandered, he couldn't help panting, Feng Su could even hear his frantic heartbeat.

Why does it look like I'm bullying him, Feng Su thought.

"Caomin was thinking, Your Highness is really pretty."

Feng Su's smile froze on his face, ""

I know I'm pretty, but can you not say it, Feng Su choked on his chest.

"Cao Min never meant to offend His Highness, Cao Min simply thought His Highness was really pretty." Xue Lang's ears turned red.

Feng Su supported his forehead, sighed, and threw the book in his hand towards him, "Read."

Xue Lang was holding the book with his face flushed, and quickly lowered his head to stare at the book, not daring to move his eyes, as if there was a flower in the book.

"You took it upside down."